August Moone Sagas
Book 6
Journeying
Chapter 42
Poker in the Front
Liquor in the Rear
(reprieve)

And Number Four in our countdown…

Teacher gets an “A”
	Amber Holdsem, Bonnie Likesum, Carlie Blousom (Blows Them)
	Bonnie Likesum sat in the front and in the middle.  She always wore a dress outfit or skirt outfit.  Long gorgeous brown hair, sweet smile, and had begun to wear perfume.  Her lips always glistened with gloss lipstick or some facsimile thereof.  And at a ripe old age of nine years young she had begun to “sprout”, too.
	Sitting in the middle-front in various skirts and dresses gave her teacher an occasional glimpse of her goody.  That goody that lay nestled between her legs.  That goody that was clad in usually white or pink panties, sometimes green and sometimes yellow.  That goody that gave cause for a one Mr. Karl “Spider” Galong a reason to live.
	Third Grade.  Usually the position of grade school teaching was held by women.  Usually.  Not always, but usually.  Only in the upper levels of grade school were the male members more prolific.  For ten years Karl had taught 7th & 8th grade math & history.  On his 11th season he asked for and received permission to teach lower grades.  He was tiring out and the lower grades were less stressful.  The loss of his wife had hit him hard, too.
	The Barksalot Elementary School District was a good one, a little smaller than most but sizable enough just the same.  And at Barsdale just like any other school private or otherwise, there was an abnormal presence of security on campus.  It was a closed campus.  All faculty and other staffers entering and leaving were checked for any electronic devices or any kind or sort.  The business of Mind Control had gotten out of hand.  No kidding!

	Any teacher or staffer caught with an EMAD of any sort or kind would be terminated on the spot—if not shot first.  That alone was stressful enough—only if you were the sort to have such a device.  If not, then you hadn’t anything to worry about.
	Karl the Spider Galong, though, worried.  He worried about his BONER bulging enough to be seen by the blind kid who sat in the back row.  He worried about shooting off loads of hot spunk behind his desk making the floor sticky.  He worried about losing control of himself and jerking his gherkin while behind his desk.
	He worried that Bonnie Likesum would someday catch him eyeing her goody.
	Ten girls in his class.  Twelve boys.
	It was difficult being a closet perv AND a grade school teacher.  What was he thinking!?  Every girl he thought of—a lot.  Every girl he imagined naked, on his face, bobbing on his cock, spreading her cheeks for his tongue, fingers, and most assuredly his cock.
	He had that thought, too, for some of the boys.
	Day after day his desires grew strongly for his class.  Day after day he went home and beat off to beat all.  He had not even a porno mag in his home, no porno or even suggestive themed programming on his television.  (for fear of entrapment, intrusive school authorities, nosey neighbors…)

	Someone else who had had it with higher edu-ma-cation was a friend of Karl’s, he taught science.  He still taught science, but now wowed young 2 & 3rd graders with amazing science tricks that were usually 2nd rate science on the high school level.	To shorten the story (HA!) the science teacher (Abraham Krabbs—no, really) liked to tinker.  His tinker fell into two categories—electronics and perversions.   Naturally!
	The thing with “electronics” one had to be careful—no EMADs!
	The thing with “perversions”  one had to be careful—keep your hands to yourself!  EMAD possession(s) (as previously stated) were checked—and often.  So, one just had to be careful (and sneaky helped, too.)
	One day, Karl encountered Abraham at a local pizzeria.  It was not a popular hangout for the younger folk—it had beer and pool tables and was for the middle aged generation.  During their conversation—
	“Well, I’ve done it.”
	“Done what.”

	Being a might paranoid, Abe scribbled on a paper napkin (emad).
	Karl stared at the scribbling, then carefully tore the paper to shreds before mixing it in with his pizza slice and eating it.  (paranoia, it’s a good thing!)
	The thing with the EMAD Abe so obliquely referred to was that it was in “pieces.”  He conveyed this note by indicating the “slices” of gooey cheese-pepperoni-pineapple pizza.
	“Some are at school, some with me.”
	Through more subtle conveyance Karl got the whole pie assemblage:  the EMAD (electronic mind altering device) was not a “whole” unit; separate parts where separated but could be assembled to make a whole workable device.
	Seeing a bit of skepticism in his friend’s face Abe went out to his car.  Karl stepped outside and waited by the electronic store next to the pizza place.  Abe returned explaining that one component he needed just happened to be inside the electronic store.
	A simple flat quarter sized battery.
	After a simple unseen installation, Abe smiled, “It’s ready.”
	Karl didn’t know what to say or expect.  He had seen “devices” on the news and at teacher meetings.  He knew all about them but had never “possessed” one.  
	“You mean--”
	“Yep, ole buddy, it works!” he had a gleam in his eye and a boner between his legs!

	With the proliferation of EMADs virtually everywhere—all businesses had security measures—as did schools, public places, parks, and homes.  The security measures were intended to detect the use of an EMAD as an EMAD utilized frequency modulation in the capturing of a Subject’s brain waves (and thusly manipulating them.)
	“It’s abilities in this state are severely limited.” meaning that it only had the ability to “stun” the mind—rendering it zombie-fied.
	In the store were only a few customers.  Three clerks, one was a manager.  One of the other clerks was a potential Subject—a young female.  She had a stud in her nose, short almost “spikey” blond hair; tight white blouse with odd flowery designs concealing small 32Bs.  Tight black jeans, too.  She was all of about 22 yrs or so.  Very cute.
	Karl was nervous.  He busied himself at some high level computers and let time pass by as it did.  After twenty minutes or so, the store emptied out—it was closing time.

	Abraham stepped up to his pal, not too close, head bowed.
	“Done deal.”

	The manager, a tall balding chubby fuck who reeked of over priced cologne stood behind the counter in a “stunned” sort of being.  A male clerk stood at the front door.  The door had been locked, sign turned to “CLOSED”.  The lights were dimmed and the remaining clerk (Subject) stood at the rear door to the store room.  
	Abe pulled out secretly a pair of gloves.
	“Sorry bud,” he said, “I’ve only got the one pair.” Which meant non-gloved Karl would have to be mindful of what he touched.  
	The dumbfounded (zombiefied) kinda punkish 20-something clerk was scooted into the store room.  Before anything else, though, Abe quickly tended to the security system.  The “spies” in the store were all controlled from a central point.  Luckily, they were not transmitted to the store’s headquarters located elsewhere until the manager’s okay.  But he was indisposed…
	The security disabled and “erased” the two horndogs took their pleasures.  Karl stood back massaging himself—watching as friend Abraham undressed the young clerk.
	The gal’s blouse was dropped off, followed by her bra.  Abe fascinated himself with the gal’s smallish tits; tweaking the nipples, palming the mounds, invigorating himself fully.
	Then her black jeans were undone—and lowered.
	Karl took a peek into the store itself—all was well.
	Abe pushed “Elsa’s” panties down then moved her pants and panties off her ankles.  She was nude.  She was cute.  She was delicious!  Abe stood and eyed her shaven snatch.  No tattoos on her, though.  Abe unhitched his slacks and let them drop.  No underwear.  He stroked his manhood, took Elsa’s hand and had HER stroke it, then he leaned against her as she was pressed/positioned against store room boxes.  Her legs were drawn up around the scientist’s waist and he went into her.
	There was very little noticeable emotion on the girl’s face.  Abe plowed her with his only pursuit to “get off.”  His interests, too, were her ass and tits; clamping his hands to her ass satisfied him one way, sucking on her titties one at a time completed the satisfaction.

	Karl didn’t mind “sloppy seconds.”  Thankfully, Elsa’s cunt wasn’t too well fucked and was pleasing to his cock just the same.  He closed his eyes as he drilled into the 22 year old, his mind conjuring up Amber, Bonnie, and Carlie…
		
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	With parts scattered in various locales, re-assembly was relatively easy and not detected.  Detection of an EMAD was made only at the entry points to the closed school campus…  
	Karl knew that as a mere instructor to minds that were full of wonder and mush, he wasn’t told everything (from higher ups.)  But science pervert Abe assured him that his classroom was NOT bugged.  Karl certainly hoped so.  Though he had seen on the news and other mediums the end result of a mind altering device attack, went to lectures and debates and show-and-tell from the local/state/federal law enforcement agencies on the particulars of a Mind Altering Device, having one was something else all together.
	And the night that he and Abraham were in the electronic store…
	The image of the hapless girl they had had their way with still filled him.  He shook his head to clear it and stared right at Bonnie Likesum.  She chose to wear a short mid-thigh checkered red/black skirt.  Her ankles were locked about one another, knees spread open wide.  At a precious ten she was just developing breasts.  Her silky dark hair hung loosely about her shoulders.  She smelled of raspberries!
	His cock ached.  Terribly. 
	Pulling open slowly his lockable desk top desk drawer he fondled the mediocre calculator.  There was another beside it.  Very-very carefully removing the hinged cover face plate of the first one and then the back plate of the second, he married the two together.  From his pocket he removed his pocket watch, opened the back cover and removed the large battery.
	Scribblings.  Sneezings.  Someone shit their pants (farted).
	Birds chirped out in the bushes lining the long right side of the classroom.  The entire right wall was windows that looked out into a grassy area that spanned 20 feet before the next building.  There were aluminum awnings to the windows, angled downward for privacy and distracted the heat waves of the sun.
	The class was in the midst of writing eassays.
	Karl gulped, held his breath, and inserted the battery.

	With transceiver/amplifiers located specially and definitely secretively in all four corners of the classroom, Karl was again assured that all would go well.  Closing his eyes, holding his breath, he depressed the appropriate buttons—the number 7 button, the Square Root symbol, then the Division symbol, number 7 button again, then X’s button, the number 7, then ENTER.  
	The answer sum didn’t mean anything, but the “result” did.
	The scribblings, sneezings, fartings, daydreaming, all stopped.
	The room was quiet.  Only the birds twittering outside made any noise.  Karl carefully-carefully rose from his desk and stepped lightly to the face his class.  No one was moving.  There was a slight funk in the air from someone close by who had “shit their pants.”  Only two boys were in the front five rows, Bonnie was in the middle, two other girls—Shelly Fabber and Juanita Flume flanked her.  He deemed that one of them had a bad case of gas.
	Down Row Two, peering down to the children, pressing a hand to one, to another, coming to the back of the class where he eyed Carlie Blousom.  She was a tart!  Short dress, no socks, no panties!  (this discovery came later…)  His cock ached.  He had 30 minutes left before the class bell ending the session.  The manner in which the EMAD Abraham had given him was not with a lot of electronic wizardry—it had a sole purpose:  “to stun the mind.”  And that was about it.
	So, their minds were stunned.  He knelt beside Charlotte Kilpatrick, cocked his head and stared at her.  She was a cutey—reddish brown hair all in curls, just to the shoulder.  A lot of hair, too.  A sweet face that was flat, small nose, small teeth.  And at the ripe ole age of ten, she was blossoming!
	A short green checkered skirt she wore.  White knee socks, white blouse with green trim.  Karl ached.  Licking his lips he placed a daring hand on Charlotte’s knee.
	Nothing.
	The kids all liked him, he was easy going and usually let them get away with stuff—but not too out of hand.  He also cut them some slack on their tests and helped them out more than he should so that they could pass.  He always thought it was best to be on a child’s good side—just in case…
	Opening Charlotte’s legs he gently (and quickly) gave a peek.
	Green tinted panties.

	Slowly his hand trembled as it went up her bare leg.  He could feel bits of his juices soiling his cock and pubes.  He was out of breath and almost out of time.  He stood to stretch and stood behind the girl, rubbing his hands thru her thick silky hair.
	With great gall and time waning Karl pulled Charlotte up from her seat.  No one moved.  Charlotte made no resistance—not even when he patted her perfectly shaped butt!  His cock demanded attention “Let me out!”
	And so Karl obeyed, unzipping his dress slacks and whipping out his cock.  He stroked it like he always wanted to do in his classes, then took Charlotte’s hand and made HER stroke!  Cum was spurting out the piss slit, he stepped up to the ten year old and slipped a hand down inside her green panties.
	The sheer softness of her darling young ass sent Karl into knew heights of sexual perverted bliss.  Long had he waited for such a moment to come.  Quickly he worked the panties down to expose the ass.  His cock went down between her legs while his busy hands worked around the child’s body, fingering her very virgin and hairless poon.	In his mind he saw himself with the girl on his bed, naked.  His cock slamming in and out of her while several other girls stood alongside the bed either naked or clad in the panties only—awaiting their turn.  
Karl couldn’t stand it any longer and whipped the girl around, pushing her panties down to her ankles, hoisting up her skirt he put his cock against her and humped—madly and hastily.  His hands clamped to her ass and clenched.  In his mind she would suck him, too; suck his balls and swallow his love cream.
 	In seconds it was over.  Cum in great quantities soiled the student’s poon pie.  Karl was relieved.  The desire to actually get off IN her was still great, but he would settle for what he could get.  
	A moment was needed to recover.
	Time was almost up.
	With his finger he fingered the girl’s pussy, working it into her equally virgin asshole.  He wondered if ALL the girls in his class were virgins?  He made a mental note to find out!  
	With a finger laden with his cum, he put it against Charlotte’s mouth and made her suck it.  He stood and stared at the clock—ten minutes till the bell.  His cock had limped out, but no matter, he pressed the soiled member to Charlotte’s face and humped, put it into her sweet mouth and humped a precious moment or two then began redressing himself as well as she.

	Squeezing the girl he worked her panties back into place, he kissed on her and wiped the splooge off of her face and lips.  His heart was about to beat right out of his chest.
	“All right, class,” he said standing up from behind his desk tapping his pointing stick in his hand, “we’ll pick this up tomorrow.”
	The students looked around with a bewildered look on their faces, ‘where had the time gone?’
	Charlottle Kilpatrick made a displeasing face and looked as if though she would throw-up.  She managed not to, collected herself and her books and left with the other students.
	Karl plopped into his chair exhausted.

**

Later that same day…
	Wing them  Knead them  and Naughty them…
	Oh those naughty scientists!  Abraham Krabbs was a naughty-naughty scientist.  Karl Galong discovered that when invited to the science teacher’s home located almost out of town and well off the roadway.  In the remote locale Abe Krabbs could (and did) do as he liked.  In a back room was something of a bedroom—it contained a double bed as the only piece of furniture.  There was some sheets but that was about it.  Wall scones for illumination provided the only light.
	Two young girls sat on the bed along with a young boy.  Another girl VERY young sat on the floor beside the bed.  Abe approached the kids and stood just a few feet from them.  The kids looked good—no tear stains, no signs of bruising, broken bones, missing body parts…
	They were clad in their underwear, too…
	Abe grinned to Karl.  Karl was curious—it wasn’t made clear, were the kiddies HIS or what?  He didn’t think so, but they might!  He gave his friend a stoic return look.  Abe unfastened his slacks and let them fall.  He wore no underwear and stood with a protruding prong.  The kids didn’t squeal or fuss or anything.  One girl with reddish brown hair stared at the 7-incher man-thing, the other girl who appeared to have some Mexican heritage in her sat with arms back supporting herself.  She was about a year younger than the reddish brown haired girl to her left, the boy was no more than eight himself.

	Abe made a head nod to the Mexican-ish girl.  She leaned forward, eyed the One-eyed-monster then wrapped her dainty seven year old fingers about it and began to stroke it.  Abe straightened up and pressed the head of his love tool to the girl’s lips.  
	Shayla, Olivia, Jacqueline, and Brent.  Olivia griped the massive dong, pulling the skin tight subsequently lengthening the cock.  The head of the cock disappeared into her sweet young mouth and soon most of the shaft followed.  Karl moved in closer, massaging his boner as he watched.  
	“Might as well “get in the game.”” chortled Abe.	
	Karl licked his lips and eyed Shayla.
	Shayla seemed apprehensive.  She could have well been “shy”, too.  Timid?  She had thick red hair, soft blue eyes, and a soft sweet face.  Off white panties that were not too tightly snug to her body with a little visible “stain” to them.  She was clean and lovely to look at.  She gave cause for Karl to get wood.
	Karl’s problem, though, was getting naked with another man.  He wasn’t into that sort of thing and it made him uncomfortable.  But Abe didn’t share the same fallacies; he happily pumped fully his manhood into Olivia’s mouth, his hands about her head, his hips humping to and fro, ass muscles and cheeks flexing.  Olivia choked and gagged some, retched, too.
	At length Karl let go his inhibitions and undone his pants.  His cock was hard and up against Shayla’s sweet face it did pump.  Shayla griped the man’s cock without being told.  She fondled his balls and began quickly to suck on the sensitive crown.
	Abe had cum off into Olivia’s mouth; his splooge spilled out the corners, dripped off her chin and fully filled her mouth.  Abe ahed and pulled free, licked his lips and pressed his hellish schlong to her face.  The girl gave no adverse reactions—she didn’t cry or even snivel.  
	Shayla gripped Karl’s dick and very muchly began to suck as if trying to suck it dry!  Karl was well pleased and pumped vigorously into the girl’s mouth.  Abe moved to his knees.  Olivia lay out on her backside, hands to her side.  Abe’s hands went smoothing all over the girl’s body, mostly to her midriff area and along her sides before hooking her panties and easing them down.  Catching a glance, Karl saw the telltale signs of a fucked cunt.
	Not well fucked, not yet, but she was not a virgin and she was merely seven years young!  Tsk tsk tsk!!!  With the panties down at her ankles, her legs were opened.  Again, there was no adverse response from the youngster—only a little when Abe “went down on her.”
	At that time, though, Karl himself was shooting a wiggy load of love juice into Shayla’s mouth…

	Karl took Abe’s stance, easing to his knees between Shayla’s legs.  The girl took the cue, she was well trained; she lay back and parted her legs.  Karl felt his flaccid prick suddenly surge back to life.  
	Olivia groaned as her young cunny had the life licked out of it.  Abe began sucking on the cunny, fully enclosing his mouth about the hairless poon and trying to suck it into his mouth with his tongue lapping in a frenzy into her cunny recesses.
	Very slowly Karl lowered Shayla’s panties.  He caught a whiff of urine odor.  But he was cool with that, it would mix well with his jiz.  Closing his eyes he imagined Amber, Bonnie, Carlie, and Charlotte in a likewise position…
	
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	Leanne Joy, Sally Anne Patrick, Lee Ann Houghington, Tammy Hughs, Leanna Clauds.  Five lovely girls, all in second place to Amber, Bonnie, and Carlie.  In third were the other two remaining girls of his class, Julie Feeber and Trela Purns.
	His heart still pounded in his chest so much so that he thought for sure the students would hear it.  While being scanned before entering the campus that morning he thought the security fuck could hear his heart near to the bursting point in his chest.
	Carefully he placed the transceiver-amplifiers in the four positions about the classroom.  Carefully he sat at his desk contemplating.  The previous night’s doing still filled his mind.  Shayla.  He had cum off into Shayla’s sweet mouth.  He had spent several long enduring minutes sucking & licking on her sweet hairless almost-broken-in cunny.  It was young Grant who did the “breaking in.”  After Both Karl and Abe had had their cunt sucking fill they sat back and Abe directed the young boy to slip his underwear off and…
	Karl was at the blasting off point.  The taste of Shayla’s cunt filling his senses; then there was an overload of senses as the eight-ish year old boy with a slight boner crawled onto Olivia.  He firstly began humping on Olivia’s cunt, grinding and grinding until his young puddling was stiff enough for entry making.
	Abraham caressed the boy’s bouncing butt, slipping a finger into his hole as he grinded, helping to intensify the lad’s cock so as it would be suitable for the ultimate.

	Karl cranked on his crank, he really wasn’t so much into BOYS, but woulnt turn something with one down.  He checked Shayla.  She remained laying out on the bed, quiet and staring up to the ceiling.  The other girl-child sat on the floor playing with some toys, singing and talking to herself.  Did Grant grind/enter her, too?
	Entry was made to Olivia.  The boy raised his hips, the girl spread her legs and FUCKING commenced.  Abe kept his hand on the boy’s ass, caressing, squeezing, fingering.  The boy seemed to know what he was doing and Karl could see full vaginal penetration.
	Soon ole Abraham stood and placed his hard schlong against the boy’s pumping gyrating ass, humping the flesh before finally making anal entry attempts.  He wasn’t too successful, not right off.  Grant had to pull his cheeks open, pausing a moment in his shagging of Olivia.  The head and two inches of Abe’s cock slid into Grant’s almost nine-year old asshole.  The boy cringed and made displeasing faces of anguish of pain as he was penetrated.  Abe pulled out, humped the flesh, humped the “taint”, smacked the flesh and made anal return.
	Shayla turned over at that point.  She parted her own cheeks and waited.  Karl caressed the soft ass, lightly poking the hole and noting the “give.”  Grant with his 1950s Buzz Cut got back into the rhythm of screwing the Mexican-ish girl all the while he himself was being screwed.
	Karl eased up, his cock was enormous; hot and throbbing, pulsing.  Against Shayla’s ass he laid it, resting it.  Shayla clenched her cheeks, spreading them wide, pooching her ass up some for anticipatory action.
	That action came—and came—and came.  Karl found that he could make slight anal entry, gliding his prong almost half way into the child’s rectum.  He would have preferred full entry but he would take what he could get.  He wished it was different—he wished the girl was just “some girl” he had “acquired” by some means and they were at some other very remote locale.  There he would spank her, hard.  He would tie her up and definitively have his way with her making FULL vaginal and anal entries neverminding how much the girl squealed and or fussed.
	Just as he was shooting a massive wad into the girl’s asshole, beside him Abe Krabbs was doing likewise to Grant.

	“Good morning, Mr. Galong.” 
	Sally Anne Patrick.  She was ten, he had known her when she was in 3nd grade.  She was very smart, very pretty, and over the Summer between 3rd and 4rth grade her chest had exploded.  Sally Anne had the biggest “chest” of ALL the girls (who didn’t STUFF).

	Tammy Hughs and Leanna Clauds followed.  Some boys giggled their way in nextly.  The image of naked Grant fucking Olivia (and then Shayla) filled Karl’s mind.  ‘Thom Hanes, Harry Beals, and Jack Voorhees would look good naked’ he thought.
	Karl was unable to stand—he could, but his cock would be seen even by the black kid in the back row!  He called roll call as soon as the kids had assembled.  No empty seats, everyone was accounted for.  Class assignments, new assignments, school announcements, and typical pre-learning took place taking up precious molesting time.  Desperately he DID want to take Shayla AND Olivia on his own and fuck them—hard!  Once he had gotten back to his own home he stayed awake all the night jerking off to the images of Abe’s kids.  Pussy, mouth, asshole.  He wanted to see his cum oozing out of their orifices in gallons.  He wanted to see the girls licking each other out in a 69er while he spanked the one on top.  He imagined each and every girl in his class…
	Cum began to soil his underwear and pubes.  If he didn’t get going soon he was going to bust.  When the big hand struck 12 (and the little hand on 9) and there were no new announcements brought in by a hapless runner from the office, it was safe to conduct regular classroom instruction.
	The students were firstly set to their tasks of reading from their books.  Karl assembled his EMAD and put it to use.  All the scribblings ceased immediately.  His heart began to pound in a furious state—as did his cock.
	Bonnie Likesum once more wore tantalizing clothing, a red/black checkered one piece outfit, mid-thigh length with a matching beret on top of her very pretty head.  As she sat in the front row middle he had an absolute view of her crotch.  Red panties greeted his view.  Did she know?  Was she aware of her turning him on?  She was a very sweet girl and always scored well on tests and quizzes.  She was popular with the other girls (and boys).  He saw her in her form fitting gym shorts when she was at PE.  He wondered how Wayne Kappler could stand it with all those young bodies running amok about him.  (Wayne Kappler the single PE couch for the grade school…)
	Leeanne Joy was his target, though.  Dressed in green she was a charmer.  Her brown eyes, soft near lily white skin, sweet face, slim natural body in good proportion to other girls her age; she gave cause for Karl to have a major woody.
	Gently he pulled the girl up out of her desk.  He stared at her beautiful brown eyes—she stared back.  A perfectly shaped nose, a little typical space between her two front teeth, dainty emerald earrings.  She smelled of something sweet, too.  A short skirt she did wear, green striped.

	Karl let his hands drop from her shoulders to the small of her back.  Kneeling before her licked his lips.  His cock surged and ached.  Closing his eyes he was once more brought back to Krabbs house of debauchery and sin.  (mostly sin.)  with young Grant pre-fucking Olivia, Abraham Krabbs had little trouble making vaginal entry to the Mexican girl.  The girl knew inasmuch as had Shayla what was to come.  After Grant had gotten off (without “getting off”) the boy scooted aside and Abe took up position.
	Shayla caressed her bum, wriggling some and fingering her fresh fucked funk hole.  Karl missed something, Abe spoke briefly and with not many words to Grant.  The naked youth scrambled across the bed with his little tally stiff as a board and positioned himself before Shayla.
	Shayla, still laying on her stomach, brushed long strands of hair out of her face and partook of Grant’s prong.  The boy inched up, grinning all the while while stuffing the seven year old’s mouth.  Karl was intrigued and caressed Shayla’s ass.  By that time Abe was making entry with his own cock…

	All the night long he conjured up the images of his class.  Girls and boys alike, mostly the girls.  He imagined them all standing—just in their underwear beside their desks.  It was a good image.  His hands cupped Leanne’s ass, squeezing the cheeks and checking for any signs of “awareness.”
	There were none.
	He checked the classroom.  All was well.  All was quiet.  
	The green skirt had a simple clasp at the rear.  There was a half zipper, too.  Leanne stood quiet and still as her garment was undone and dropped effortlessly to her ankles.  Karl blinked his eyes excessively and felt a strange knot in his stomach.  His fingers slid into the back of the girl’s panties, clenching soft cool ass flesh.  He ahed.  His balls surged and he felt his cock bursting thru his slacks…
	All of them.  He wanted all of them—to himself.  Some place remote, kind of like friend Abe, but better—further away.  Parallel universe?  There were many of them “suddenly” appearing everywhere.  He didn’t know exactly what lay on the other side of said Parallel’s, but if it was someplace remote (and safe) then he was for it.

	But the minotaurs and other possible baddies put a damper on that notion.  He would settle for what he could get.  Casually he thought of whisking away one or two of his students, using the minding device of course.  Whisk them away some place like his cabin he hadn’t been to in years.  It was WAY up in the mountains and VERY remote.  (and a pain in the ass to get to WITH a 4-wheel drive.
	Details, though—how would he amscray away with a student, or two?
	What to do with them “afterwards”?
	Boys?  Could he/should he include a boy?
	Abe?  Should he tell Abe?
	He sighed to himself and moved Leanne’s panties to her ankles.
	Her pussy was hairless, smooth, and perfectly shaped.  Eyeing for several minutes he finally brought the back of his finger to the entrance, gliding it up and down until he couldn’t stand it no longer—out came his throbbing cock and down on the floor came Leeanne Joy.
	Just like with Shayla and Olivia, Karl took only a few moments to eye-exam the nearly nude child before “mounting” her and grinding against her cunny.  He knew as his ejaculate spurted onto her that he had to have her.  Her along with the nine other girls, and some of the boys.  Heck, why not ALL of them!  He had to get them ALL to his cabin in the mountains and fuck them.  He knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until there was his sperm dripping out of every orifice of everyone one of his students…

*

Overloaded Sin-sations…
	A gob of cum
	“A gob of cum lay on her bum
	My cock a masterful joy
	I fucked her once, I fucked her thrice
	I’m just a fucking toy!”

	Gobs of cum anointed Sally Anne’s poon.  Gobs of cum soiled her belly.  Gobs of cum were yet to cum!  Twenty-two students, although he pledged only to “anoint” the girls there were some of the boys that piqued his interests, too.
	Each day he devoted homeroom time to his students—right off from the get go just after roll call.  Leanne Joy, Sally Anne Patrick, Lee Anne Houghington…

	Ten girls, twelve boys.
	Charlie Falken was a good lad, handsome, blond, blue eyes.  
	Davy Long and Mike Binner were also good looking fellas.
	Karl wasn’t so much into young boys, or teen boys, or guys!
	One after another gobs of cum spilled or splashed onto bear skin.  Day after day—student after student.  Mostly the girls, but an occasional boy received Karl’s special teaching love.  With minor upgrades to the EMAD (provided by Karl’s buddy science teacher Abe Krabbs, Karl no longer had to leave the sanctity of his desk—minor tweakings and upgrading allow Verbal Communication.  This allowed for Karl to “call up” a student by name.  The student came up to the desk, behind the desk, and stood at the ready for Mr. Galong’s special instructions…
	“Undo your pants.” Karl said to the student.
	Compliance!  No sniveling, no crying, no bickering, not even an “ahmmm”, just small ten year old fingers undoing simple kid jeans.
	The jeans were gently tugged to the ankles and Karl sat staring at James Tidwell in his tidy-whiteys.  Karl sighed.  His classroom was okay, but he would much rather prefer a more secure location, someplace remote—very remote.  He wanted the kids/students to be more “aware” but not so much so as they would cause a problem.
	He wanted to spank them, too.  He wanted to see them “in action”; sucking and spanking on each other.  He’s desires were overwhelming and complicated.  
	James was nine.  Dark hair, dark eyes, lily white where his clothing didn’t cover.  With trembling fingers he tugged the boy’s underwear down fully exposing the lad’s wares.  Gingerly Karl caressed the boy’s bared ass, fondled the lad’s hairless nezzies, and tugged on the youngster’s pud.
	Not a sign one from the boy—which was okay, really.  Karl closed his eyes and freed his prick.  It was long, stiff, and ready for fucking.  But no fucking had it been able to do—not in the classroom.  He had cum all over the girls—each one, stripping them naked totally, opening their legs as they lay on their backs on their clothes and humping against their poons until he shot his wad—all while right in the middle of the class row!
	At length he began placing the girls naked on the back wall counter, there he licked the girl’s poons, finger fucked their assholes, and found that every single girl was a virgin!  That was kind of all right.  Kind of.  He would have preferred at least one girl to be non-virginal.
	If he had his way—before Summer no-school session began he would deflower at least the top five girls—at least!

	With the minutes ticking Karl slipped the boy’s shirt off, helped him step out of his clothes and laid him across his lap.  Trembling hands rolled across the boy’s nude body; desires exceeded moral turpitude.  Desperately he wanted to position the lad on his desk, the boy’s legs held back by his equally nude friends (girls or boys—it didn’t matter) and Karl’s cock sliding into the boy’s hole.
	But in part from that, Karl settled for caressing the lad’s ass, his backside, legs, and lightly probing the hole.  At length, though, the boy WAS positioned on the desk.  The desire to have the boy to himself increased beyond comprehension.  
	Then, something marvelous happened.
	What?
	An outing!

	An outing.  Somehow/someway Karl Galong finagled an outing for his class.  Homeroom class project—collecting leaves, pine cones, rocks, and studying “nature.”  Sure.  The ulterior motive was, of course, to zap the students and have his way with them.
	Of course, there were the typical complications with that…
	Busting virgins would definitely be known—the girls’ poons would be sore, assholes all around (boy & girl) would be sore, etc.  There was nothing to suspend that (get around.)  but that was his desire and he would not be denied!
	Somehow—someway he would sink his cock into the Top Three girls and Top Four boys.  Somehow.  With the latest upgrade to the EMAD from Abraham, minute tinkering with the mind altering device made it so as the Subject(s) would be clueless “AFTER” being doinked.  It was, however, unproven.  It worked, though, on the EMAD Abe used for HIS subjects and he just assumed that it would be so for the one Karl had for HIS students.
	Got all that?
	Good, cause nextly there was a bus.  On that bus were twelve boys and ten girls.  Also, Ms. Jeanette Arnold as a chaperone for the girls along with Bill Rutherfjord who was the security (guard.)
	That complicated matters.
	But where there was a will…
	The “will” was William Garrow.  Yep, another Main Character, short story that DOES tie in with the current one.  Honest.

*
Terror in the Woods and other horrors
	She was confused.  Hysterical even.  Where she was and/or how she had gotten to where she was she didn’t know—but it was horrible and all kinds of terrifying.  Plus there was no escape—her hands, feet, and mouth were bound.
	She knew.  She knew instinctively that she was going to raped, sodomized, and God only knew what else.  In part she almost convinced herself that if only she were to be sexually abused she could cope.  Being murdered would suck.  She thought of her mom, her dad, brother, friends, school, everything.
	Again, how she had come to be in such a predicament she didn’t know.  After settling down some (some) she concluded that it must be some MAN with one of those illegal EMADs.
	She also determined that she was in the woods, she smelled pines and cedars; she heard birds and a creek nearby.  She also determined that there was just ONE person destroying her life.
	Also determined was the fact that for miles and miles (and miles) they had been on a fairly rough gravely-dirt mountain-ous road.  At long last they stopped and roughly was she pulled out of the vehicle.  The time had come.  She knew.  For the long enduring ride she had tried to keep her cool, tried to maintain herself for the prime opportunity.
	Such an opportunity had seemingly arrived.
	As her kidnapper dragged her to here final destination she began to wriggle.  A lot.  Her kidnapper paid her no mind and wrenched her all the more.  Sara thought for sure that she was NOT to be raped but killed.  There were people who were like that, just kidnap someone just to kill them.  Sara began to fight, all her pent up rage and desperation she summoned up all at once as she had been holding it in until the right moment.
	Her kidnapper, though, was stronger and thrashed the young fourteen year old against a log somewhere DEEP in the woods.  Words were spoken to her but her mind didn’t/couldn’t register them.  They were harsh words, they sounded like threats.  Sara flailed about until suddenly her young teenage breasts were mawed.  She stopped.  She held her breath.  She WAS going to be raped!
	Her shirt was ripped and the hot breath of her kidnapper breathed on them.  Sara’s mind was so fuddled she could scarcely concentrate.  The man was against her, humping!
	Her gag was removed as well as the one about her eyes.

	Sara’s bra was ripped from her body and her delicate teenage mounds were pawed, mawed, and breathed on.  Her attacker tweaked the nipples and palmed the breasts all the while the young girl beneath him wriggled and fought back.
	Sara didn’t know when he had done it, maybe he had been naked all the time—but he straddled her chest slapping his manhood between her sore aching breasts.  Sara was not a virgin—but she had never been overly naughty.  Not overly.
	The man humped her between her chest, his weight nearly crushing.  Could she endure?  She had no choice.  She determined that he could do what he wanted to her—so long as he didn’t overly hurt her or kill her.
	William Garrow smiled down to his latest victim, his massive fuck tool screwing her titties, the head brushing against her chin.  “Suck it.” he told her.  Sara screwed up her face, she had sucked cock before, on a dare and “just because.”  But sucking unwilling and a MAN’S cock was something she didn’t care for.
	She didn’t suck, either—the man’s cock filled her mouth and it was HUGE!  So distressed and upset and all, though, young Sara McAllister could only whimper and carry on without conforming her mouth to “suck” mode.
	The man withdrew and was a little angry and not receiving a pleasing suck.  Violently he slapped Sara, the force of the smack nearly snapped her neck!  She was dazed from the attack and didn’t come around to be aware of what was happening until many minutes later—when her pants and panties were being ripped off of her body.
	The rape was on.  The nude man lay on her grinding his massive cock against her cunny.  He lay down on her pressing his full weight,
	“Tell me, sweetie,” he breathed, “you a virgin?”
	Sara clenched.  Her mind was tormented and confused.
	Virgin?  No.  No she was not a virgin.  She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head violently.  “NO!” she screamed.
	The man began running his fingers thru her usually soft brown hair.
	“Who nailed you?” he asked.
	Sara caught her breath, kept her eyes closed and murmured, “Ritchie.”
	“And Ritchie is…?”
	Sara struggled to keep the answer to herself.  Will, though, desired the answer as it intrigued him so.  He lay on the girl more earnestly, his hands traveling up and down her lovely nude teenage body.  At length as the girl continued to keep the info to herself Will tweaked her nipples.

	“My brother!” she yelled out in anguish, “My brother!”
	Will smiled—who needed a device!
	Though on the outside Sara M appeared to be a normal teen girl who liked sports and was somewhat interested in fashions, was helpful at her local church, wasn’t in the church or school choir but helped out in constructing the stands which the choir members stood, and so on to make her persona appear Saintly.
	But…
*

	When she was twelve a lot of things happened—all at once.  When she was ten she was “discovering” those things, when she was eight they were mere annoyances and nothing to bother with.  When she was six they were curious things and nothing more.
	When she was twelve…
	Most of the boys (ALL of the boys) in her age group/class were dweebs.  Dweebs, jerks, bozos, scumbags and so on.  Sara McAllister had her eyes set HIGHER—higher education; i.e High School boys.  Of course, boys in high school didn’t pay much attention to girls in junior high or lower grades.  (not much they didn’t…)
	One particular boy warmed Sara’s heart—soul, and especially between her legs!  At the tender age of six she often spied on her brother and father while they peed.  At eight she was watching her brother jerk off, please himself.  At ten she was pleasing herself with secret desires to BE pleased by her brother!
	At twelve her desires were for heartthrob Warren Webber, who also went by the nickname, “Potsie.”  (don’t ask and you wont know so much.)
	Anyways, Sara began leaving little “love notes” anonymously around in places only BOYS should be—like the boy’s bathroom at school and the boy’s bathroom at their popular hangout locale, Al’s Diner.  She knew she was getting the boy, getting to him and driving him crazy.  Her brother Ritchie went on and on about “some girl leaving love notes” and how it was driving Potsie crazy.
	Soon the time was upon them; neither she nor Potsie could stand the put off any longer.  A meeting there had to be.  
	To say the least when the discovery was made that Potsie’s “butterfly” was his best friend’s kid sister—Potsie wasn’t exactly thrilled.  Sure he had SOME desires for the girl, she was a girl!  He had desires (the unnatural and illegal kind) for lots of girls Sara’s age AND younger.)  But as he liked and enjoyed his freedom he kept those desires to himself…

	Sara, though, was persistent.
	“Please?” she said.
	“Sara!” complained back Potsie, “I cant, we cant, I’d get in trouble.”
	The place was Al’s Diner, the small popular joint was emptied out due to bad weather (and curfews).  Potsie promised to clean up and lock up as he was a partner at the diner—working off unpaid food bills and damages done when his car smashed into the rear of the building—this after while screwing his date they kicked the gear shifter and set the car they were screwing in moving!
	Potsie knew Sara was hurt and disappointed, “Look, you’re Ritchie’s sister, I can—WE can get into a LOT of trouble!”
	“But I wont tell!”
	“Like hell you wont!  You’d blab to all your friends, especially that Jenny character!”
	“Nut-uh!” bitched back Sara.  Then, “Don’t you want to do it with me?”
	Potsie nearly fell over.  She wasn’t entirely cute, her brown hair all in curls, those freckles, that round-round face.  Her body shape wasn’t much, either, but she did have titties.  But biting his lip, closing his eyes he shook his head, “NO!”
	“I know it was you who put the dent in your dad’s car and not your sister!”
	That got him.  Potsie’s eyes widened, if his dad found out he’d be banned from driving the car for a month, or more!
	“You wouldn’t!” 
	Sara smiled and nodded her head, “Yeppers!” she said, “I would!” in a heart beat.  She was SUCH a sneak!
	Potsie sighed, he was confused.  He checked the doors, windows, killed the lights then confronted Sara.  It wasn’t too terribly dark in the diner, it was late evening and curfew was upon them—but Potsie being a “worker” had clearance to be out late.  (but not Sara—she’d have to duck down and be out of sight until he could get her home.)
	Sara already had her blouse undone—bra removed, too.  Potsie stared at the bare titties.  Not bad, a little more than apples, but smaller than cantaloupes.  With her shirt open and bra off, and the subsequent removal of her private school plaid skirt, the girl actually had something of a body.  Funny, Potsie had never noticed before.
	The skirt dangled off of one ankle and Potsie’s eyes locked onto the girl’s lavender panties.  He ahed, his balls swelled and cock surged.  She wasn’t bad—but then again, no girl was when merely in her undies!

	All thoughts of morality issues were cast aside; Potsie undone has pants and pushed down his underwear.  Sara sat up on the table she was sitting and took a gander at the throbbing delicacy.  She smiled, nodded approvingly then laid back on the clean booth table top and shucked her panties down.
	The lavender undies got to her knees and as she began to raise them so as to further push off the panty, Potsie took over and rolled the garment off himself.  Sara opened her legs and Potsie checked her cunny.  Very seldom did he ever really get to view a girl’s poon.  
	Sara opened her legs wide and Potsie had no choice, he was drawn in by the willing poon-his cock aching and balls demanding.  ‘cant rape the willing!’
	Sara clutched the table and “received” the teen hunk’s love offering.
	Potsie entered her and gently fucked.  He tried to go slow and for a time he managed to do so, but then it picked up speed.  Potsie clamped a hand to the girl’s pre-teen butt, her legs up along his sweating bare chest, his balls slapping and sweat slinging in all directions the two lovers fucked until their was orgasm.
	Potsie got his before young Sara got hers.  She shuddered and clenched, trembled and experienced a great deal of sexual bliss.  She breathed hard, farted, and totally thrilled Potsie’s dong beyond his comprehension.
	It was then Potsie determined that Sara wasn’t a virgin.
	It was then Potsie learned Sara was getting it on with brother Ritchie…
	Oh what a tangled web!

**

	But just because she had sex with her brother—that didn’t mean she was a bad girl.  She continued to have sex with him, and Potsie.  It was willing, willingly she gave herself.  It wasn’t all the time, just occasionally.  Both boys eventually confided in one another and they both began to screw the girl on a fairly regular basis AT THE SAME TIME!
	Being kidnapped and roughly abused wasn’t good.  The man abusing her was too rough, he was mean.  And there was that ever present fear of being killed…

	Raped once (hard) divulging the truth about her sexual relationship    with her brother, slapped (hard) across the face, then roughly placed over a large fallen pine tree.  The rough man assaulted her bare ass with his hand—and when that wore out, he brought a belt to her sensitive skin until she couldn’t stand it.
	The man tied her hands together HARD then continued beating her ass until he wore out completely.  Sara passed out.  When she awoke hours later it was dark—damn dark.  For a moment or two she was confused—a lot confused.  Her ass still stung from the incredible ass beating.  The bottom of her feet, too, had been smacked; her thighs inside and side and all over.  Mostly her ass, though.
	Her hands were still bound, but not her feet.  The bark of the pine tree was permanently embedded into her stomach and chest.  Scarcely could she move, scarcely did she want to.  The urge to pee struck her, her ass clenched and she spread her legs some and let go.
	Vaguely and slowly the condition of her ordeal came to her.
	Her panic level was not as much as was her fright.  Where was her tormentor?  It was too dark to see.  She finished peeing and held off ripping a butt blast—that for sure would alert the bastard.  Slowly she moved down the log until coming to its end and bushes.  With her hands tied tightly behind her back her balance was off.  
	She rested for a moment gaining herself and trying to get her eyes to adjust to the sheer darkness surrounding her.  Casually she thought about her clothes, she wanted her clothes.  At length she ditched the idea of getting dressed and struck off thru the woods.
	Slowly at first and then breaking like the Devil himself was after her.
	Close.

	She tripped and went hurling, slamming to the ground and then careening into a tree.  Her knee was messed up, her shins were skint up, and her ankle was hurt.  Sitting up she stared all about her, she was turned around and couldn’t remember which way she had been running from—she had no intention of returning to that bastard man.
	For a few minutes she tried cutting the tight securing ropes binding her hands—no good.  She cut her hand more than the rope.  Summoning all her courage she struck off again.
	Only a few feet at a time could she go before stumbling and falling.
	At the break of day she fell out onto a dirt road.

	Stumbling along it she came to a remote campsite and spotted a forest ranger’s truck.  She began to call out and fell off the side of the road down an embankment to one of the sites.  She lay on her back in extreme agony.  A man in a green uniform came to her, he was talking but Sara had no idea what he was saying.  The man picked her up and carried her to his truck.  
	A blanket was given to the stricken girl, some water, too.  The man continued speaking but Sara couldn’t make sense of it whatsoever.  She drank the water and clutched the blanket about her tighter.  (her rope binding had been finally removed.)
	The forest ranger fired up the truck and began hauling ass down the road.  The sun was just coming up.  Sara’s mind was in turmoil, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.  It was over.
	Not quite.
	How many “miles” down the mountiany dirt road they went she didn’t know, but suddenly the truck came to a halt.  Sara opened her eyes and stared out into the cool fresh morning.  A man was in the road with a shotgun.  The shotgun was “cracked” open and in the down position.  He looked like a hunter.  The man made a wave of some sort to the ranger and he got out.  Sara clenched, she didn’t have time for this, she wanted to get off the mountain and someplace safe—like home.
	She watched thru the grimy window as the ranger and man came to greet one another, the man looked right at Sara.  Sara got creeped out, her skin crawled and a sheer fright suddenly filled her.  The man!  He was the man, the bastard!  Although she had never really saw his face except when it had gotten darker, Sara knew.
	Then there was a blast.  A gun blast.  A shotgun blast.  The ranger stumbled backward and hit the truck slumping down out of sight.  Sara began to freak, to scream, to pound her feet against the floorboard.
	“Hello, Sara.” said the man leaning into the driver’s side window.
	Sara screamed and in a sudden fluid motion hit the gear shift on the steering column sending the truck lurching backwards out of control.  The truck run up an embankment, killing the engine.  Sara had a time trying to get out of the truck, her side had a tree against it and as she maneuvered herself out the open driver’s side window—her tormentor helped her.
	“You’ve been a bad girl, Sara, a very bad girl.”
	Sara cried.  She was dragged out and dragged virtually by the hair into the woods.  Up a steep incline to a small clearing where once more her hands were bound even more tighter together by thick rope.  Then she was spanked by the excess rope before being horrendously raped and slapped silly.

*

Consequences and other flubs
	The gunshot was not good.  He heard and it sounded close, too close.  But of course in the mountains all sounds were close and deceiving.  
	“Everyone stay in the bus!” Karl said.  Security guard Ruthefjord agreed.  Bus driver geek Steve Javier would stay with the bus and crew.  The kids were frightened as was Ms. Arnold.  Karl couldn’t believe it, he had been right on the verge of trying something too!
	“Mr. Galong,” called out the British-English teacher, “I’m missing two, boys.”
	Karl closed his eyes.  Naturally!
	“Who?”
	“Carl Puttin and Hank Gafflaw.”
	Both boys were notorious for doing things on their own.  They were eleven and adventurous.  And now lost/missing.
	Karl made the note and struck off.
	Mr. Ruthefjord went off in a different direction.

**

	Squirrels, chipmunks, even fish—all kinds of “targets”.  Carl and Hank armed with rocks and adventure moved effortlessly thru the woods without care.  Carl paused to piss on a rock while friend Hank squatted to do his “business.”
	Afterwards, they moved along finding a skink to chase after.  It was a short chase as the lizard skee-daddled under a rock and disappeared.  The boys then found a pile of bear shit.  They didn’t know if it was “fresh” or not, and didn’t care.  They looked quickly all about somewhat excitedly in hopes of seeing a real live bear that wasn’t behind zoo bars.
	They didn’t find any bear but they DID find a girl.
	A teenage girl.
	A NUDE teenage girl tied to a log.
	Her ass and legs all showed signs of being horrendously beaten.
	At first the boys weren’t sure if she were alive or dead.  Their curiosity brought them up close to the non-moving girl; her hands were tied behind her back and she was as like lifeless.
	Suddenly, a man stepped out stunning the boys.  Er, frightening them into a standstill.  He had a shotgun.  A big one.
	“If you move one fucking inch I’ll kill you.” he said.

	The boys believed him.
	Carl although he had already pissed a while back, pissed his corduroys.  Hank felt his bowels moving again.  Both lads stood perfectly still, only their bladders and bowels “moving.”
	The man stepped up to the tormented teen girl and smacked her ass.
	She jolted and twisted her body—indicating to the boys that she was indeed NOT dead but very much alive.  The man then caressed and rubbed the girl’s blistered butt, parting a cheek and gliding the barrel of the shotgun into the well fucked anus.
	“Take off your clothes.” said the man.	
	Carl and Hank shot each other dramatic looks.
	Neither could speak but both had a hell of a lot to say.
	With the boys not in ready compliance, the shotgun wielding man brought his weapon up level and aimed it at the boys.  The space between them and the gun was some eight feet or so.  It would do them damage.  The boys though eleven were frightened but held off crying.
	“Take off yer fucking clothes, NOW!”
	Hank was the first to move, unzipping his pants.
	Carl followed, falling down as he tried to work his pants off while still wearing his shoes.
	The man waited.
	Hank was first to be out of his clothes, totally.
	Carl finally managed to get his pants AND shoes off, then stood removing his shirt.  He stood in his tidy-whities.  Hank stood butt bare ass naked with his hands covering his young pre-teen naughty bits.
	The man cocked his head and kept the weapon leveled to the boys.
	Hank gouged his friend in the side, “take ‘em off, stupid.”
	Carl held his breath and slowly lowered his briefs.  He stood with his underwear at his ankles.  He was close to losing it emotionally.
	“You boys like girls?” asked the man, “or do you like boys?”
	Carl gulped and tried to decipher the question quickly.
	Hank already did, “We aint no faggots!” he decreed angrily.
	“We’ll see.” 

	Funny how the power of the threat of being KILLED will make even the most defiant do things he wouldn’t normally do—like rub his eleven year old penis against his friend’s eleven year old penis.  Hank and Carl found themselves in unlikely compromising positions; standing nakedly against each other—their young pre-teen cocks not too hard being forced to grind and hump the other; their hands clamping to the other’s ass…

	Neither boy cared for what they were doing, but the leveled shotgun just mere feet from them put them into “touching” one another in those places that were deemed “faggotory.”
	Then, 
	“You, turn around—and BEND OVER!”
	Carl gulped and Hank freaked.  He shook his head, “No fucking way, man!  No fucking way!”
	The shotgun blast blew up the ground inches from the boy’s feet.
	“You defy me again, boy, and I’ll blow yer fuckin’ knees off!”
	Carl turned about sniveling, his friend Hank went to his knees (as per follow-up command).  Carl BENT OVER, legs apart, bearing his ass with his hands to his knees.
	Hank peered at the crack of his friend.
	“Kiss it.”
	Hank began to heave—in anger and fright.
	The click of the shotgun put the boy to put his lips to Carl’s ass flesh.
	One cheek and then other, a kiss.
	Then, 
	“Spread his cheeks.  WIDE.”
	Hank gulped and Carl was crying.
	“Git yer tongue to his hole.”
	Hank somehow managed to keep his emotions in check as he hoped to fuel angered emotions later and stomp the gun wielding man’s ass later.
	Hank tongue licked Carl’s asshole.
	Then tugged on the boy’s virtually hairless testicles that were dangling.  Carl licked the testicle sack, licked the crack of the ass and tried pressing his tongue into the funk hole.  Then, 
	“Stand yer ass up.”
	Hank and Carl stood.  Carl was highly emotional.  Those emotions were about to become overloaded when,
	“On yer knees, faggot.” the gun wielding man said to Carl.
	Carl took his time, cringing, blubbering, losing his cool.
	Hank stood somehow managing his emotions.  His cock, though, was strangely stiff.  He knew what was coming.  He glared at man disrupting their lives and waited.
	“Suck him.”
	Carl shook his head, there was no way.  Gunshot blast to his knees or not he was NOT sucking his friend’s cock!  No way!
	Yes way!

	The barrel of the shotgun pressed against the ball sac of Hank.
	“Suck his cock, or I’ll blow them off!”
	“You better do it, bitch!” seethed Hank.  He didn’t really go for having his cock suck by no guy, especially Carl, but for his balls’ sake…
	Closing his eyes and sniveling Carl wrapped his lips about Hank’s cock and began sucking.
	“Hands on his ass.” Then, “Enjoy yerself, faggot!”
	Carl wasn’t enjoying himself, he sucked on Hank’s schlong, hands on the boy’s ass devouring totally the four inch prong.
	“You about ready to cum?” asked the man.
	Hank shook his head No.
	Carl was then told that he could stop—and resume the previous stance he had had—turned around, hands on knees, legs apart.  Hank knew what was coming—and it WOULD be him.
	“You’ve never fucked an asshole?” asked the man.
	“No, sir.” replied Hank.
	“Ever fuck a girl?”
	Hank gulped and shook his head No, he hadn’t.
	A moment passed and then he was sliding his prong into Carl’s super tight non-giving shit pipe.
	“All the way in.” said the man.
	Hank entered ALL THE WAY IN and began to naturally pump.
	“Fuck him until you cum.”
	Hank got with it, he clamped onto his friend’s ass and plowed his tight hole—both the Fucker and the Fuckee experiencing more Pain/Discomfort than anything else.  Then,
	“Oh SHEEEEE-IT!” cried out Hank.  He was cumming.
	He pumped like a rabbit, slamming himself into his friend’s rectum until the orgasmic bliss exceeded itself into euphoric explosions.  The boy was layered in a sheen lather of sex sweat.  He pumped vigorously a bit more before finally withdrawing.
	Gobs of his cum oozed out of his friend’s backdoor…

	Hank held his legs back at the knees.  Biting his lower lips so hard he had broken the skin and made it bleed.  He winced and made other displeasing faces as his friend in turn rammed him.  Unlike Hank, though, Carl struggled to get his orgasm.  He pumped into his friend and just as he was about to get the “feeling”, he lost his grip.

	Hank lay on his back holding his legs back at the knees.  Between his legs lay his friend, Carl—his cock buried to the hilt in his asshole.  They lay on a sort of incline and as Carl plowed his buddy they scooted on the thick layer of leaves beneath them and loose dirt.
	Unable to cum and time waning Carl was ordered to stop.  Several times during the sex act the man wielding the shotgun pressed the barrel to Carl’s sweaty ass—several times pressing right to the boy’s fresh fucked still smoldering rectum.
	With Carl’s withdrawal, cum did spew.  Gallons of it.  Rivers of cum squirted out of Carl’s schlong emptying onto Hank’s sweaty cock and belly.
	“Oh, fuck, dude!” cried Hank.  “Gross!”
	“Jack yerself off!” ordered the man with the gun.
	Carl grabbed his prong and did so, jerking off until he was done and done.  He then fell onto his naked sticky friend.  Hank pushed the boy off,
	“Get off me, bitch!”
	The man with the shotgun giggled then stepped to the lifeless teenage girl at the log.
	“Come here, sweetheart.” he called.
	“Fuck you, dude!” exclaimed Hank.
	Wrong.
	A shotgun blast exploded at the boy’s feet and then he was roughly thrown across a small boulder.  Somehow (unknown to him) he was secured—and then the beating commenced.
	Carl could only curl up in a fetal position and watch, cum oozing out of his asshole and cock.	

	With his arms pinned and mind on fire young Hank could only endure the extreme beating his ass and legs received.  He, too, was pinned to the boulder with so much force that he could scarcely breathe.  A belt lashed his bare skin, specifically his ass and thighs.  When it seemed as though his skin was being peeled right off he was let go and shoved to the ground.
	“Next time, sweetie, you’ll fucking obey me when I say, or die.”
	The words of the gruff man barely entered the tortured boy’s ears, his mind virtually on fire as he reeled withering on the ground.  
	Carl was shot a look from the rash man, “Git yer frigging ass up!” the man’s belt smacked the air causing Carl to jerk.  Crawling quickly on his hands and knees he scurried to where the man wanted him.
	His face to the girl’s butt crack Carl licked and licked, jamming his tongue into the funk hole, prying the cheeks and not knowing if the girl was dead or alive, but knowing that he could not endure the man’s wrath…

	All the licking and sucking of the girl’s backdoor got Carl amazingly hard.  He was commanded to “mount” and fuck the hole.  Carl did so.  The hole gave way after some initial denial.  Somehow, sodomizing a girl’s hole was different than boning a guy’s hole.
	While he pumped, the man ran the shotgun barrel up and down Carl’s body, smacking his ass and nuzzling up to his swinging balls.  Withering still on the ground beside him Hank bawled and cringed.  Carl fucked the teenage girl’s asshole for several minutes before finally unloading his liquid love.

	“I’ll give you a choice, sweetie,” said the man kneeling before the well beaten Hank, “suck your friend’s cock, or lick her asshole clean!”
	Some choice!
	The boy struggled to comprehend.  Will Garrow grabbed the boy by the hair and dragged him to the very still Sara McAllister.  Gobs of cum there was coating the girl’s anal rim, her cheeks and down her thighs.  For eleven, Carl Puttin had a lot of cum (to give.)
	Will held the boy’s head inches from Sara’s funk hole, the hole clenched and squeezed out more of the milky goo.  Hank shook his head—there was no way he was going to lick that.
	Then his head was turned to face his standing friend, Carl.  Carl’s schlong hadn’t limped out (gone flaccid).  It was not ready to plunge into a hole to fuck, but it was still in fine form—just right for sucking!  It was coated in cum and poo stains.
	Hank retched.
	Carl closed his eyes.
	“Well,” drawled Will, “maybe another choice?” he stood, stretched, and let his pants drop…

	“Come here, honey,” said the man to Carl, “suck my balls.”
	Carl knelt down beside his cock-sucking friend and worked his head down into position so as to gobble on the man’s sweaty nuggets.  Hank swallowed whole the man’s cock, choking and gagging all the way.
	“You throw up on me, sweetie, and I’ll beat the puke out of you.”
	Hank knew it was true, Carl did so, too.  The taste of cock had been terrible, the taste of sweaty musty balls was revolting.  He closed his eyes and sucked on the man’s nuggets until suddenly he was aware that the man was cumming!
	Loads and loads were shooting down Hank’s gullet.
	Hank retched, gagged, choked, and then hurled.

***

Whattya know about that?
	Shotgun blasts.
	One—two—three.  Fairly close, sort of—but with the mini canyons and gullies and the thickness of the mountainous woods it was difficult to really tell.  Somewhere out there was a gun toting fanatic.  It was definitely a shotgun and not a rifle—so whoever was not after prime game.  It could be another kind of sport—hunting not for food but for the thrill of the hunt.
	He paused.  He waited.  He listened.  Back at the bus was ten girls and twelve boys waiting for his “special” instruction.  The tagalong Ms. Arnold he could deal with, too.  
	He felt that out in the woods—there was something—something wicked.  He wasn’t armed himself, school rules.  Security guard Ruthefjord had the only weapon, he also had a tazer, stun gun, mace, and an EMAD detector along with an EMAD deterrent device.
	Something to think about.

*

	Just after taking a long massive piss on a pine, zipping up, and turning to continue his search up there came Krabbs—toting a rifle.  Upon closer inspection it was a shotgun.
	“What the fuck?” Karl asked.  “I didn’t know you were up here.”
	“Here all the time.” the man replied.
	“Hunting?”
	“Sort of.”
	There was something a wee bit odd with the man, he looked a little disheveled and in his face—his face was more mysterious than ever!  (even a little spooky!)
	“You alone?”
	“Yep.” a man of few words…
	“I’m—I’ve been searching for a couple of missing kids, boys, about eleven.  Seen any sign of them?”
	Krabbs furled his lips, shook his head, “Aint seen no one ‘cept you, ole friend.”
	Karl and Abe searched for an hour more and with no results returned to the bus-site.  The two boys hadn’t returned, nor had Security Guard Ruthefjord.  

	“Damn,” said Abrham, “nice haul.”
	There were complications with the “haul”, but not nothing that couldn’t be handled.  Everyone knew Mr. Krabbs.  Ms. Arnold exited the bus and asked about the missing boys.  Upon learning that they were still missing didn’t soothe her none.  Mr. Ruthefjord was “missing” and overdue, too.
	“You were the one shooting off that gun?” Ms. Arnold chastised Krabbs for the noise and frightening the children.
	He smiled at her and nodded.  Ms. Arnold didn’t like Mr. Krabbs, why wasn’t really known.  Some people just don’t have the chemistry to get along with others.
	The children had drinks and snacks and waited for the “missing” to return.  Abe and Karl slipped off into the woods for more prowling.  In part it was a ruse.  They waited.  And waited.  And waited.  And then…
	Ms. Arnold was approached by one of the more meeker boys, Charlie Falken.  He whispered to the British import and they held hands and slipped off into the woods themselves.  Abe smiled and Karl fumed, they were not in the right position for “viewing.”  According to Abe, Jeanette Arnold was like one of them.  How he knew wasn’t made known.  But he knew.  Karl wanted to know, too—first hand.
	One by one, mostly the boys, were escorted into the woods.  Piss break!  The girls were escorted, too, but strangely it was the boys.  Karl wondered if Abe had anything to do with it; Karl began to wonder—seriously wonder about his friend.  He was a strange one.
	Finally with extreme caution and stealth, the two slinking men were able to spy on Ms. Arnold with ten year old William Palky.  The English woman stood behind the boy, on her knees, masturbating the boy’s penis as he peed!  His pants were undone and underwear down just to free his young willy.  Ms. Arnold’s fingers did all the work of stroking the young puddling, flopping it about as the final stream ended.  Young Arnold was all aglow, giggling and fussing about.  
	When the lad returned to the impromptu camp site he rejoined his fellow lads and they all talked excitedly.  The girls had assembled to themselves and seemed “curious” as to what the hell was wrong with the boys!
	All the boys wanted to go into the woods for a pee—especially if accompanied by Ms. Arnold.  Karl smiled and got hard.  ‘Ms. Arnold, I never knew you!’

**
All good things…
	Leanne Joy  Sally Anne Patrick  Lee Ann Houghington  Tammy Hughs  Leanna Clauds  Julie Feeber  Trela Purns  Amber Holdsem
Bonnie Likesum and Carlie Blousom.   Ten lovely girls.  Most were ten, some were “nearly eleven.”  All were incredible delights that Karl enjoyed each and every day.  In his classroom he had gotten to some of them, but not to the extent of his ultimate desires.  At their desks he had most stand with their pants and panties at their ankles.  Those who whore dresses stood naked, with their panties at their ankles.  Those who wore skirts stood with the skirt and panty at their ankles.  He then did rub his masterful prong ALL OVER the girl’s flesh.  Her ass, pussy, belly area.  When his desire overwhelmed him the student was laid down and humped on.
	No penetration.  Not yet.  He was afraid.  He knew that his big dick slamming into a girl’s poon (or backdoor) would cause her great discomfort.  When she was “brought” around/released from the mind controlling EMAD, her young cunny would surely tell her the discomfort.
	Boys.  Though his interest in boys was not as great, there was mild curiosity and mild delight in seeing a lad at his desk with his pants and underwear down (at his ankles.)  Karl fondled the lad’s penis, caressed the bare bum, then did the ceremonial humping.  
	Again, though—no penetration.
	Charlie Falken  Davy Long  Mike Binner  Ty Cho  James Tidwell  Hank Gaflaw (missing)  Terry Kool  Will Palky  James Larry Luvsem  Allen Balzitch (really)  Heny Flux  Carl Puttin (missing).
	Lovely lads.  Carl had pantsed each and every one.  He had fingered them and “loved” on them.  Sitting at his own desk he had had a boy-student lay across his lap for some light spanking.  On his desk itself he had the nude boy-student laid out to receive his special attention—which was all kinds of sucking on the boy’s wares and light poking to his rectum.
	Ten girls, twelve boys.
	There now was a bonus with Ms. Jeanette Arnold.
	Karl was well pleased.  There were still unresolved complications, though.  For an unknown reason, he feared Abraham Krabbs.  Though the man had decreed that he had NOT seen the missing boys Carl and Hank, somehow Karl didn’t believe him.
	Karl did believe, though, that before anything else, he was going to get his dick into Amber, Bonnie, and Carlie!